Gaimer Gai - Hold Me Darling, Just A Little While (unfinishe

>You open your eyes.
>A small little sting hits your eyes, making you close them again.
>The stings keep coming and you raise your hand over your face.
>The stings hit your hand, and the more awake you become the more you feel.
>You move your hand and look up into the sky.
>It’s raining.
>You wipe the rain from your face.
>The rain feels sticky.
>You look at your hand and see that the tips of your fingers are stained red.
>A chill goes down your spine and you try sitting up.
>A blinding pain hits you, and you grasp your head.
>You groan in pain and lay back down.
>The rain continues to fall down on you as the pain subsides to a dull throb.
>You again try sitting up, but this time much slower and controlled.
>While this does help, your head still throbs with pain.
>Once you’ve sat up you take a look at your surroundings.
>Your sitting on grass.
>To your left and right there’s grass, stretching for miles, until they disappear from your field of vision.
>The ground your on is uneven.
>You’re on the side of a hill.
>Turning to your right you notice that your statement is partially true.
>You’re on the side of a Highway.
>Turning more you see a Semi truck hanging off the edge of the highway.
>Placing your hand on your knees you take your time in getting up.
>The pain in your head increases, and you breathe in sharply.
>But it’s still tolerable and you rise until you’re standing.
>You notice that there seem to be flashing lights a bit past the semi.
>Some sort of accident?
>You trudge up the hill, the scene unfolding before you as you climb.
>There was indeed an accident, and a bit to the right is a blue Toyota Paseo.
>The front end has been bent in, and the remains of the windshield lay upon the hood of the car.

>Its headlights blink, indicating that the hazards have been turned on.
>There are signs that cover a good thirty yards in either direction of the wreck.
>You look past the wreck and notice that a crowd of people have formed a circle of some sort.
>Gently you climb over the car and walk to the circle.
>Their murmurs rise above the noise of the rain.
>”Is she going to be ok?”
>”When will the ambulance get here?”
>”She needs to wake up soon.”
>”At least she’s breathing.”
>You force your way into the circle, trying to see who they’re referring to.
>You finally push through the last bit and see what they were talking about.
>On the street lies a pale girl.
>She’s covered in blankets, but the blankets aren’t doing much.
>They’re stained with blood.
>A man is squatting beside her, his hands on her stomach.
>She seems familiar, but you can’t figure out why.
>You get closer, out of morbid curiosity.
>The amethyst strands of her hair covers her face.
>For some reason, the more you see her, the more familiar she becomes.
>She coughs.
>Violently.
>So much so, that her eyes shoot open.
>Her eyes reflect pain.
>They look around desperately and she manages to wheeze out,
>”Anonymous?!?”
>You frown.
>The name seems familiar, just like the girl herself, but again, you can’t seem to place how.
>The man is startled.
>”Miss? Are you ok Miss?”
>He tries to take her pulse, but she is too busy looking around for this Anonymous person.
>After a while, her eyes settle on you.
>The blue of her eyes pierces you.
>She smiles.
>Not just any smile
>But a smile so unique and special, that it only belongs to one person.
>Her lover.
>She reaches out a pale arm, covered in her blood out at you.
>Her voice is barely above a whisper, and you normally wouldn’t be able to hear it above the rain.
>But the world is quiet, and you can hear her words as if they’re thunder.
>”Hello… Darling.”
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